William Least Heat-Moon
William Least Heat-Moon
William Least Heat-Moon, also named William Lewis Trogdon, is an American travel writer and historian of English, Irish, and Osage ancestry. He is the author of various bestselling books of topographical U.S. travel writing...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 August 1939
CountryUnited States of America
stars believe eye
I've read that a naked eye can see six thousand stars in the hundred billion galaxies, but I couldn't believe it, what with the sky white with starlight. I saw a million stars with one eye and two million with both.
law interstate happens
Life doesn't happen along interstates. It's against the law.
self fool hindrance
The biggest hindrance to learning is fear of showing one's self a fool.
feel-better feel-good feelings
You never feel better than when you start feeling good after you've been feeling bad.
travel carpe-diem past
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
travel men beckoning
The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.
native-american space light
To say nothing is out here is incorrect; to say the desert is stingy with everything except space and light, stone and earth is closer to the truth.
yesterday bikers
No yesterdays on the road.
ivory cooking cajuns
Somewhere lives a bad Cajun cook, just as somewhere must live one last ivory-billed woodpecker. For me, I don't expect ever to encounter either one.
cowboy america lasts
Whoever the last true cowboy in America turns out to be, he's likely to be an Indian.
miles wanted known
I can't say, over the miles, that I had learned what I had wanted to know because I hadn't known what I wanted to know. But I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.
dream journey voyages
...who can say where a voyage starts - not the the actual passage but the dream of a journey and its urge to find a way?
dirty boys world
The hotel was once where things coalesced, where you could meet both townspeople and travelers. Not so in a motel. No matter how you build it, the motel remains the haunt of the quick and dirty, where the only locals are Chamber of Commerce boys every fourth Thursday. Who ever heard the returning traveler exclaim over one of the great motels of the world he stayed in? Motels can be big, but never grand.
wanted knows
I did learn what I didn't know I wanted to know.